Sad song

Huai Song border, Daxia resident.

The Prince Daxia in soft armor was studying the topographic map of Yanbei under the dim oil lamp, while the deputy commander Yu Wenyue opened the fur curtain and walked into the tent at this moment.

"What's the matter?"

Yuan Che didn't raise his head, his tone was faintly tired.

"There is news about the people I sent out before," Yu Wenyue said with a stern expression, "It's just that they all died."

"What!" Standing up suddenly, Yuan Che's face was full of disbelief, "How could it be?"

"Based on the clues I have, I'm afraid Huai Song's forces took her away." Yu Wenyue frowned imperceptibly, and a little worry flashed in her eyes, "As far as I can see, Huai Song's visit is probably We must support Yan Bei and sell Yan Xun a favor."

"Aren't they expecting a civil war in my Great Xia?" Yuan Che sneered, "What's going on in Yanbei?"

"Actively plan, and want to delay time with us." Yu Wenyue sighed lightly, "It's freezing cold today, this battle is not easy to fight."

"If it's not easy to fight, we have to fight." Yuan Che's eyes were cold, pointing to a point on the defense map, and gently drawing a circle, "We must take this city."

The point on the map, across the river from Luo Pass where they are now stationed, is the most easily defended and difficult pass in Yanbei - Yanming Pass.

At this time, the river was covered with heavy snow, and the surface of the river had already been frozen solid. From Yuan Che's camp to the opposite side, the fast horse only took about a cup of tea.But neither Yan Xun nor Yuan Che was as reckless as the first Northern Expedition before.It has been five days since Zhenhuang went all the way here, except for the confrontation of small groups of scout troops, there has not been a big battle yet.

Occupying this city is not only to open the door of Yanbei, but also to establish prestige and boost morale. After all, the shadow of the failure of the last Northern Expedition still lingers.

For Yuan Che, this war must not only be won, but also beautiful.

But it is very difficult, compared with Yan Xun's monolithic tent, the aristocratic army under his tent is independent, for him, it is only a hundred harms but no benefit.

About half an hour later, several details of the combat agreement were discussed one by one, and Yu Wenyue stood up and resigned.

Yuan Che nodded in agreement, but looked at his back and sighed slightly.

He should be very worried about that person.

At the same time, Huai Songji's main house.

"General Chu, are you still used to living here?"

The new Patriarch of the Ji family, Second Young Master Ji, stepped in with a handsome figure and a clear smile.

"Fortunately," Chu Qiao looked indifferent, and poured him a cup of hot tea unhurriedly, "I haven't congratulated Mr. Ji before, this cup of tea is considered to be Chu Qiao's expressing my heart."

"I only know that General Chu's tea art has always been excellent, but this selection of text is disrespectful." Ji Xuanwen picked up the teacup, slightly opened and closed his thin lips, and then stretched his brows, full of praise, "It's really lucky for Ji, it's really good craft."

"That's absurd," Chu Qiao replied indifferently, "But I think Mr. Ji didn't come here late at night just to drink tea, right?"

"Thanks to General Chu's care," Ji Xuanwen put down his cup, cupped his fists and saluted with a solemn expression, "I came here this time to know if General Chu has any plans to leave?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Qiao frowned.

"My aunt went to the palace recently." The young master's eyes were bright, "I have found an antidote to the poison on your body. If you agree, I will send you away."

"Why?"

"The grace of saving life is unforgettable."

The young man who is not as weak as the crown is gentle, his breath is clear and clean, but his tone of speech is so firm.

It's a pity that these words did not deceive Chu Qiao, she knew that he might have other ideas, but since it was beneficial to her, she didn't point it out.

"What about her?"

After being silent for a while, Chu Qiao finally asked the question.

Young Master Ji couldn't help laughing.

"You two are so strange." His voice was extraordinarily warm with a smile, but somehow there was a metaphorical warning, "The deal she made with me at the time was related to you, and you should ask the first question if you want to escape the danger." It's her too."

Hearing this, Chu Qiao's face could not help but condense.

"She wants to stay. But don't worry, her life or death has nothing to do with the overall situation. Besides, I can make decisions about the Ji family, and there will be no danger."

Seeing that her face was gloomy and thoughtful, Ji Xuanwen stopped trying to keep her secret, and explained directly, "Once you leave on your own, it proves that she is no longer useful to restrain you, and the eldest princess will not make things difficult for her anymore." Yes. Even if we take a step back, once the war is about the same, I don’t think Huai Song will be willing to be in a state of hostility with Da Xia forever, so she will definitely not be in danger of her life.”

"The antidote," Chu Qiao's expression turned cold, her eyes were as cold as ice, and then she seemed to have figured out something and laughed at herself, "She gave it to you, right?"

Ji Xuanwen laughed but said nothing.

"You let me go not only to repay my life-saving grace, but also to prevent the Ji family from being involved in the muddy waters of Huai Song Dynasty. Am I right?"

With a firm tone, Chu Qiao's voice was as cold as ice, with a low hoarseness.

"You guessed it all, but it's not my intention not to tell you about the antidote."

The young master blinked, and put a small porcelain white bottle on the table, his voice was still as gentle and clear as a spring breeze, "You have an hour to decide whether you want to go or not."

"What if I don't leave?" Chu Qiao asked back.

"My aunt also has other ways to keep the Ji family out of the matter, but it's her method." He paused, then continued, "You don't want to know."

Chu Qiao looked at his back as he left, and tightened her bloodless lips.

After a while, she picked up the vial on the table, poured out the brown pill and swallowed it.

In less than an injection of incense, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her fair forehead, and her frail body slowly regained some strength.

The tightly closed pupils opened, and the pure ink color was firm and clear, obviously thinking everything through.

"I won't break my word."

She muttered to herself, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Pushing open the door, the slender shadow jumped up and disappeared into the vast darkness.